Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Virtually Carried Me to the Toilets.

During my 19 years old, my morning travel meant taking an crowded coach. The vehicle was always crowded and invariably became completely full by the time I boarded.

On one specific day, I was feeling quite nauseous as the bus lurched around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to endure just a little longer before the bus got to my stop, and then I could sprint quickly toward the most convenient washroom to vomit.

As we neared the road leading to the destination as I realised I would not be to hold on. Suddenly, it seemed a curtain fell over me. Everything just went blank and silent; as if someone muted everything. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front on the bus, so I managed several steps to ask the driver and told the operator to pull over, informing him I was going to vomit. He opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

My intention was to avoid being sick in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and began attempting to make my way across to the park across the road, where I thought I’d at least be able to find some privacy among some shrubs to be sick. However I apparently lost consciousness. I was aware of my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see properly, leading me to start crawling towards the park.

“You right, love?”

Right then, someone picked me up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I told this kind passerby that I needed to get to a bathroom. So he virtually helped me walk over to a close-by structure and put me into the female bathroom. He inquired whether I required him to stay with me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the toilet when from beyond the door came him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to rise right away but did manage to express my gratitude and following a brief period was able to move my feet. I returned home passing the next few days recovering from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see that man’s face – merely his legs and a large steelwork tools container he was carrying – but he helped me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, something I love in other people.